#shadowhuntersbingo

[high-warlock-of-brooklyn]

"Do people still listen to Fleetwood Mac? I love the Mac."

- Elyaas, The Bane Chronicles

Square filled: Summoning (for @shadowhunterbingo)

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[ladyoxymoron]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Andrew Underhill, Other(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Genie/Djinn, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, First Kiss, Falling In Love Summary:

Alec’s ordinary life is turned upside down when he picks up a mysterious bottle and meets the extraordinary genie trapped within.

Written for the SHbingo square "Summoning".

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Created for @shadowhunterbingo

[bytheangell]

Love Me When It Hurts (3/3, complete!)

Chapter Three: Saying Yes Instead of No ( @shadowhunterbingo​ square: Getting Back Together) (Jimon to Raphael/Jace/Simon, Rated Teen, No Major Archive Warnings) (Read on AO3) (Read Chapter 1+2 Here) -------------

“I’ll kill him,” Raphael offers, not for the first time. In fact, this had to be nearing the double-digits in the number of times Raphael has offered - or threatened - to kill Jace Herondale since Simon returned with a face streaked with tears.

“It’s my fault,” Simon says, also for a time nearing the double-digits. “Just let it go. We need to be able to work with them if we have to.”

“No, you need to be able to talk to that foolish Shadowhunter and make him see sense,” Raphael insists.

“Why do you even care?” Simon asks.

Raphael considers admitting that he hates seeing Simon upset. He thinks of the guilt he feels because, even though Jace is obviously completely off base about Simon’s feelings, he isn’t so far away from Raphael’s. Perhaps Raphael let his affection for Simon show a bit too much around the Shadowhunter. If Raphael was inadvertently the reason that Jace and Simon broke up, then he would advertently be the reason they got back together.

He knows what he has to do, and he knows that he’s going to hate every second of it.

“Because I can’t have you moping around the Dumort for the rest of our very, very long lives,” Raphael says finally. “Or so upset you’re going to do something foolish.”

Simon sighs. “I know Jace told you to look out for me, but he clearly doesn’t care anymore, so you really don’t have to follow through.”

Raphael rolls his eyes. “As if I would do anything simply because a Shadowhunter told me to. I’m looking out for you because I want to.”

“And what if I don’t want you to?” Simon asks, and Raphael does his best not to let the words sting. Simon’s upset, he’s trying to push him away. It isn’t going to work.

“Well, that’s unfortunate for you, because I doubt you can stop me,” Raphael points out.

This gets a small laugh from Simon, which is progress. He’ll take it.

---

“Why are we in Central Park?” Jace asks warily, glancing around. “If you’re setting me up for a vampire ambush just know that if I don’t check in with Alec every 15 minutes he’s sending backup.”

Raphael rolls his eyes. He’s doing so much more of that lately.

“Because it’s a neutral location. Simon isn’t comfortable at the Institute right now, you’re not thrilled about seeing him at the Dumort, so a neutral middle ground leaves everyone on the same level,” Raphael explains.

“That… makes sense, I guess,” Simon admits.

“Negotiation tactics don’t just apply in times of war,” Raphael points out.

“This isn’t a negotiation,” Jace says, growing immediately defensive.

“Isn’t it?” Raphael asks. “Two arguing sides that don’t fully understand the other, a need to find common ground and come to a proper resolution? Sounds like a negotiation to me.”

“So what are the proposed terms?” Jace asks, and Raphael watches as he slips easily into his Nephilim soldier mindset to negotiate.

“That’s for the two of you to decide. I just wanted to make sure both of you could meet without throwing daggers on sight. You won’t kill one another if I leave now, will you?” Raphael asks.

Jace and Simon share hesitant (but hopeful) glances before they each nod and Raphael turns to leave.

“Call me if you need anything, Simon. I won’t be far,” Raphael whispers into Simon’s ear as he passes. If Jace still thinks there’s something between him and Simon it likely wouldn’t do for Raphael to broadcast lingering about for Simon’s sake.

Then, with an unfamiliar ache in his chest, Raphael forces himself to walk away.

---

Raphael doesn’t expect to grow fond of Jace as well over the weeks that follow, but that’s exactly what happens. The more Jace and Simon start to fall into a new rhythm, start to find a balance they can be together in again, the more Raphael can see the little ways Jace shows just how much he still cares about Simon, even during the times they’re still technically broken up.

Raphael does what he can - without Simon knowing he’s meddling too much - to remind Jace that Simon is still Jace’s Simon, even if he isn’t a Shadowhunter anymore.

“He talks about you every time we have movie marathons. I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it, but he brings up your favorite characters and reactions all the time,” Raphael tells Jace one day while he waits for Simon in the entryway of the Dumort.

“You have movie marathons with Si?” Jace asks, eyebrow raised.

Raphael shrugs. “Sure. It’s something he enjoys, and I’m certain it isn’t surprising he’s needed a little extra comfort lately.”

Raphael watching them isn’t the point, but he doesn’t have time to decipher the strange look on Jace’s face before Simon finally comes rushing in, apologizing for running late, and the two of them leave.

There are more little moments like that. Moments when Raphael finds himself alone with Jace, or the three of them spend time together. Many of those moments are because part of Jace and Simon’s discussions have been about Jace accepting the vampire side of Simon now, which includes accepting Raphael’s and the Brooklyn Clan’s roles in his life. Raphael doesn’t stop to think about how it might come across to bond with Jace over Simon, how much he’s betraying his own feelings by how hard he’s working towards Simon and Jace’s happiness.

Befriending Jace, once they’re no longer actively pit against one another, is surprisingly easy. It’s easier still the more they talk and can read each other better - it doesn’t take long for them to learn where the lines in their individual brands of sarcastic senses of humor need to be drawn. As much as Jace and Simon are rediscovering how they fit together, Raphael begins to seamlessly fit in along with them... and soon, being friendly with Jace for Simon’s sake shifts into simply being friends with Jace.

Which shifts into something more. It’s subtle enough that Raphael doesn’t notice it happening until it’s already done - he cares about Jace. He cares about Jace’s happiness, and not just in relation to Simon’s, but independently. Raphael isn’t sure when he starts to know Jace almost as well as he knows Simon, but he’s sure of the moment he realizes it: it’s the day he starts to keep a bit of human food and drinks in their refrigerator units for Jace that he knows Jace likes. Things he knows Jace likes, not because Simon told him at some point, but because he simply knows. At some point, Jace’s personal preferences (which are now common knowledge to Raphael) became things he prioritized committing to memory.

At some point, Jace became a priority. Raphael tries very, very hard to push that revelation back into the recesses of his mind for all the good it’ll do him.

Raphael tells himself he’s imagining things when Jace seems to show a deeper interest in him as well - things like showing up with a movie for them to watch by a director Raphael mentioned enjoying once before, or picking up bits of Spanish to pepper into conversations knowing Raphael’s fluent and enjoys the reminder of home sometimes. They’re friends. These are things that friends do... not that Raphael would really know, seeing as he can count the number of proper ‘friends’ he’s had on one hand.

On a night Raphael knows Simon has a date with Jace (because it’s all Simon’s been able to talk about for hours), Jace arrives early and Raphael doesn’t hesitate to open the door and invite him in to wait.

“Simon’s not ready yet, but I’ll tell him you’re early-” “Actually,” Jace cuts him off. “I wanted to ask you something first.”

“Alright,” Raphael says. He’s not uncomfortable around Jace, not anymore, but there’s something in Jace’s expression that puts him on edge.

“Why did you do all of this? You could’ve had Simon to yourself - he wouldn’t be split between me and the clan. That had to be easier than taking us through the baby-steps of figuring out how to make up,” Jace points out, and Raphael says nothing because it’s true. His life would’ve been much simpler if he simply let Simon deal with his heartbreak and went on with his fledgling training. “So why did you do all of this?”

Raphael hesitates. He knows why - he knows exactly why. The temptation to lie is strong, to say something clever and subtle to side-step the truth and give Jace a passable answer, but as well as Raphael knows Jace now, he’s afraid Jace has grown to know him just as well. And if Jace came early to get an answer to this question he likely won’t accept Raphael’s usual witty deflection.

“Because so many of us lose who we were after we’re turned,” Raphael admits. “We can’t reconcile our old lives with what we’ve become, and we turn into the monsters others perceive us as. But Simon… Simon cares so much. About you, about his friends and family, about his passions and hobbies. I didn’t want to see him lose that because he lost you. You had to understand he was still Simon so he could believe it, too.”

“You didn’t even know me,” Jace points out. “And what you did know of me was an ass.”

Raphael gives Jace a smile tinged with sadness. “But I knew Simon - enough to know he wouldn’t care so much about someone who wasn’t worth it, Shadowhunter or not. Yes, at first it was about making Simon happy, but then I got to know you, too. You’re a good person, Jace. You both deserve happiness.”

Jace’s eyes move to something behind Raphael, and he turns quickly to see a wide-eyed Simon walking up behind him. How much of that did he hear? And how much of what Raphael truly feels seeped into every heartfelt word he never should’ve risked saying out loud?

“I should go. Enjoy your date,” Raphael says before either of them can say anything, and vanishes from sight.

---

Raphael can’t avoid Simon, no matter how much he wants to. He makes a valiant effort of it most of the day after Simon gets back from his date - he knows he said too much, that even if Simon didn’t overhear it surely Jace told him. He let his emotions get the better of him, just for a second, but a second is all that it takes. Raphael tells himself repeatedly that this was always the plan - for Simon and Jace to reconnect - and that once they did obviously he wouldn’t need to be the awkward third wheel around them any longer.

“Raphael?” Simon’s voice sounds at the door. “We need to talk.”

Raphael opens the door with a heavy sigh. “Please, spare me the faux-breakup speech and just move back to your Institute.”

“What?” Simon says. “I”m not doing that. Why would I do that?”

“Because I crossed a line, and I’m very aware of it, so if you could spare me the lecture I’d appreciate it,” Raphael says.

“There’s no line to cross. There’s like, this big, gaping circle that we’re all in. At least, I hope we’re all in it,” Simon starts to rumble, except literally none of what he just said makes any sense.

“...what?”

“Sorry, the line comment threw me off. I had a whole thing prepared before,” Simon admits, looking sheepish. “Okay. Let me start over. Jace and I were talking, and we’re ready to officially be boyfriends again.”

“That’s great,” Raphael says, trying to sound as happy as he should for Simon. This was always the goal, he reminds himself again, and again, and again.

“And we’d like to know if you wanted to try and make something work between the three of us,” Simon continues, each word carefully chosen and obviously practiced. Simon wasn’t kidding about that.

“...what?” Raphael says again, but with a new tone of disbelief replacing his previous confusion.

“I know you’re like 100 years old or whatever, but there’s this thing called polyamory, and people these days are much more-”

“I know what a polyamorous relationship is,” Raphael clarifies.

“Oh, cool. Wait, not cool. Does that mean you don’t like the idea?” Simon fidgets. “Because we were talking about it and we really thought we read into this whole thing right, but if we didn’t this is going to get super awkward.”

“I didn’t say I don’t like it,” Raphael is quick to admit. “It just caught me off guard. I expected you and Jace to reconcile and run off into the night together.”

“So did I, for a little while. But Jace was right before - I liked you, back when you first took me in. I wasn’t going to do anything about it, but it was there. And it still is. And Jace…”

Raphael arches an eyebrow. “And Jace?”

“He likes you, too. He likes how much you care about me, and he likes that you’ll be sarcastic with him, and how close you two have gotten the past few weeks, and then today when you told him he deserved to be happy…” Simon trails off for a moment. “Well, we both realized we’ve been happier with you around, too, and hoped that you felt the same.”

Raphael stands in stunned silence, searching Simon’s face, staring with a steady, unblinking gaze into his eyes to make sure that Simon means what he’s saying. He’d thought, maybe even hoped at the start, that he saw what Simon said about his own feelings. But he didn’t dare to even consider the possibility of Jace liking him back as well.

Of both of them wanting to be with him, the way he slowly realized he wished he could be with them after all these weeks.

“Jace thought it might seem less like we were trying to gang up on you if I came alone, but if you want to talk with him first he’s outside,” Simon adds. “And if you don’t want any of it just tell me. I swear we won’t let it ruin our friendship-”

Raphael tries to push through how overwhelmed he feels by all of this, because if he doesn’t say anything Simon will likely ramble his way into backing out of the offer altogether, and that’s the last thing Raphael wants.

The first thing Raphael wants, the only thing, the thing he never imagined he’d get to have a chance at, is being offered to him on a silver platter right now, and he’d be a fool not to take a chance at it.

“Okay,” he says finally. “I do want to talk to Jace, I think the three of us have quite a bit of talking to do from the sounds of it, but… yes. I’d like to see where it goes.”

“Whew,” Simon says in exaggerated relief. “Because honestly, at this point I think things would feel weird if they weren't there three of us. Let me go get Jace!”

With that Simon disappears back out of the room at full vampire speed, leaving Raphael smiling after him. Simon’s right, and the honesty of that simple statement strikes Raphael more than anything else Simon said before.

The three of them do feel good, they feel right, and Raphael is more than happy to see how much better their time together can be moving forward.

[rhosyn-du]

Not the Opposite of Sorrow (Chapter 1 of 4)

Square filled for @shadowhunterbingo

Square: Reverse Verse Pairing: Malec Rating: T Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Mini Soulmates, Reverse Verse, Warlock Alec Lightwood, Shadowhunter Magnus Bane, Past Character Death, Forbidden Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff  Summary: At 317 years old, High Warlock of Brooklyn Alec Lightwood has long since given up on having a soulmate, so he’s more than a little surprised by the Mini who appears one day in his library. Link: AO3

[janusa]

You’re a weapon; and weapons  don’t weep

[foxymoley]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@shadowhunterbingo event organised by Hunter's Moon Discord Server.

Square One: Mermaid

Square Two: Witch/Familiar

Square Three: Wings

Square Four: Portals

Square Five: Shadowhunter!Raphael

Square Six: Reverse!Verse

Square Seven: Wedded Rune

Square Eight: Free Space (Prompt of RJS playing Dungeons and Dragons from @tobythewise)

Square Nine: Two Person Love Triangle (fic)

[maiaisbia]

purrfect

There are stray cats in every city. This includes Alicante, Magnus finds when he comes across a little kitten. Are he and Alec ready for this expansion of their family?

My second fill for @shadowhunterbingo! This is for the prompt Chairman Meow.

G | words: 1891 | ao3

Magnus walked through the streets of Alicante. He and Alec had moved to the nephilim capital only a week ago, and Magnus had to admit to himself that he felt out of place. He’d wanted to get out of the loft, not liking the sense of hiding there. Walking Alec to work had seemed like a good idea, but now he was alone to make his way home.

No one would dare harm him, and Magnus knew he was strong enough to stop any such an attack. But the feeling of being unwelcome hung over the city that had been locked in hatred for Magnus and his people for so long.

Magnus knew that being present, being seen, would begin to make changes in this. But damn did he miss New York. On these cobblestone streets, his fashion and makeup alone set him apart. Even those who did not look at him harshly or in judgment still stared, because Magnus was not what was expected.

Passing an alleyway, Magnus heard rustling. Concerned it might be someone trying to sneak up on him, Magnus brought his magic to his hands. Approaching the opening of the alley, Magnus saw a little shadow move, running into a pile of boxes (he should mention the need for recycling in Idris to Alec).

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Magnus called. Looking behind himself to see the street he was on was empty, he slipped further into the alley.

Whatever was there continued to try and move further into the boxes until it ran into the back of one. Magnus used his magic to right the box, the little creature tumbling to the bottom. He hurried forward, looking into the box to see a tiny grey and white tabby cat. It was still a kitten, and mewed up at him, scrambling on the side of the box to try and get out.

“Careful little one,” Magnus cooed, reaching his hand in. He let the kitten sniff it, before reaching up to scratch its head. The kitten put back its ears at first but started to purr when Magnus gently patted it. “What are we going to do with you?”

The kitten mewed again, but stopped trying to get out of the box. Magnus reached his other hand in to pick up. It stopped purring and started squirming as Magnus examined it.

“No collar and you look very skinny and dirty,” Magnus reported to the kitten. “I don’t think your anyone’s pet. Where is your mother?”

The kitten tried to claw him. He moved to cradle it, examining its stomach and paws.

“Tiny little toe beans,” Magnus cooed again, touching one of the front paws. The kitten spread its toes, claws still out. “Doesn’t look like you have any injuries. And I think you’re a little boy, aren’t you?”

The kitten meowed very loud at that.

“Yes, I know gender is a social construction.” Magnus rubbed the kitten’s head again, calming the kitten almost immediately. “Okay little boy, you’re coming home with me until I can think of a better plan.”

Standing, Magnus left the alleyway after looking around. There were no nephilim to be suspicious as to why the new High Warlock was lurking in alleyways. Stepping out, he headed quickly to the loft. The kitten remained content as long as Magnus was petting him.

Once back in the loft, Magnus made a beeline for the kitchen. Waving his hand to make kitten formula appear, he set about finding all his kitten care supplies. He’d helped strays for long enough that he had everything else on hand, from a little bottle to feed the kitten to some gentle flea shampoo.

The kitten squirmed in his grip, as Magnus put a little bit of water in the sink. It would barely cover the kitten’s legs and was warm and bubbly with the shampoo. Setting the little one in there was easy enough. And it turned out the kitten was one of those cats that enjoyed the water, so it took only a matter of minutes to get him cleaned up.

“You need a name don’t you?” Magnus asked the kitten as he dried him off.

The kitten gave a very commanding meow at that.

“How about... Chairman Meow?” Magnus chuckled to himself. “Like that?”

The kitten wandered over to sniff the formula.

“Look at that, you’re less grey and more white than I thought,” Magnus praised. “But you’re right, you must be hungry.”

Once Chairman had been fed, the kitten decided it was time to sleep. Magnus left him curled up on the couch and set about making a space for him. Magnus would guess he wasn’t box trained, and there were plenty of things inside the loft that could be dangerous to an exploring kitten. Making a playpen with a litter box, some toys, a bowl of water, and a bed, Magnus picked up the kitten and set him on his new bed.

“I have to get some work done, but I will be right there,” he told the kitten, pointing at the couch. Magnus would be able to keep an eye on Chairman from where he sat. Chairman just yawned, stretched a little, and curled back up.

Magnus settled, opening up his scheduler and pulling up his email on his phone. Before he knew it, between responding to emails and answering phone calls, the sun was heading to the later side of noon and Chairman was meowing loudly.

“It’s lunchtime, you’re right!” Magnus said, putting everything aside and standing. He stretched with a groan, and moved to look at the kitten. “You figured out the box! Very good.”

Chairman swatted at a toy, chasing after it when it slid across the floor. Magnus was pretty sure he was a little under 8 weeks old, so he would ideally still be with his mother. But, Magnus could see if he was interested in some solid food as well as the bottle. Crouching to push a toy to Chairman, he laughed as the kitten pounced on his hand instead. Chairman seemed to find his shiny rings very interesting.

“Now don’t bite them, that wouldn’t be good for your teeth,” Magnus advised. He conjured a fresh bottle and picked Chairman up to feed him. Chairman stuck his claws into Magnus’ hand to keep the bottle close. Magnus winced, but little scratches really were a risk that came with the job of having a kitten.

Magnus’ heart sank as he realized he was acting as if Chairman was here to stay. He had no idea what Alec would think of having a pet, especially one that could be as needy as a kitten was. Alec always liked and got along with the stray cats Magnus had befriended in Brooklyn, and the cats had always liked him. But right now, both Alec and Magnus were getting used to new jobs and a new city.

If Magnus was on his own... he would keep Chairman without a second thought. But the thing with a partnership was making decisions together, and Magnus was so happy to be married to Alec. That didn’t mean Alec would agree to a kitten, however.

While making himself lunch and a cup of coffee, Chairman managed to balance on Magnus’ shoulder. “If I find any cat hair, I know who to blame,” Magnus told him, and the kitten rubbed his cheek to Magnus’, purring.

Animals really were amazing. They tended to be able to tell who meant them harm and who could help them. Magnus seemed to have gained this little’s trust easily. And even if Magnus couldn’t keep him, he knew he could find Chairman a good home.

He put Chairman back in his little play area while he ate, but Magnus grabbed a pillow and sat with the kitten when he was done. He could complete his calls just as well from there, leaning against a bookshelf and playing with Chairman.

That was how Alec found him hours later. Chairman had fallen asleep on Magnus’ lap, and Magnus was petting him while talking on the phone. Alec raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything while Magnus finished up his call. He just put down his bag, and set about making them drinks, as if it was completely normal to find his husband with a kitten.

“Alright, bye Dot,” Magnus said and ended the call.

Lifting Chairman gently, Magnus stood, setting the kitten back down on the pillow Magnus had been sitting on. Chairman snuggled into the warmth with the smallest sigh.

Magnus crossed the room to Alec, pulling his husband close by his waist. Alec leaned down to kiss him, and Magnus smiled. The kiss started out brief, almost lazy, but it grew quickly in warmth. Magnus settled against Alec, letting himself get swept away in the sensation of the kiss and the love he felt for this man.

Alec pulled back, seeming reluctant to do so as he pressed kisses to Magnus’ cheeks, the tip of his nose, his forehead. “As much as I would like to take this further,” Alec said, smiling down at Magnus, hands spread over Magnus’ lower back. “I feel we need to address the kitten in the room.”

Magnus nodded, leaning up on his toes to catch Alec’s mouth one more time. Pulling away, he took Alec’s hand and led him over to Chairman. “I found him when I was walking back to the loft. He seemed to be without a home or a mother, so I thought it best I take him with me.”

Alec knelt and reached out to pet the kitten. His big hand nearly dwarfed Chairman. Chairman just gave a little chirp in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. Magnus didn’t know which was cuter, the kitten or Alec’s soft smile while he petted Chairman.

“He needs some bottle feeding still,” Magnus said, crouching beside Alec. “I was thinking we should keep him until he is able to only eat solid foods and we know he’s box trained.”

“You want to give him away?” Alec asked, turned to Magnus with a frown.

“You want to keep him?” Magnus said, feeling his breath catch a little.

“Of course, if you do,” Alec stopped petting Chairman to turn and face Magnus completely. “I know there are a lot of things about New York you miss, including the cats. Plus it should work out fine, you work from home most days and I can feed him when I’m up early...”

Magnus could feel the smile growing on his face. “You think we’re ready for a pet?”

“Yes. And I think he will help make Alicante feel more like home,” Alec said, smiling back at Magnus. “But only if you agree.”

Magnus couldn’t contain his grin and decided to throw himself at Alec. Alec caught him easily, and they both laughed. “I might have already named him,” Magnus said, muffled a bit by Alec’s shoulder.

“What’s his name?”

“Chairman Meow,” Magnus said, pulling back to look Alec in the face.

Alec smiled a little wider, shaking his head. “Sound perfect.”

“Surely you mean purr-fect,” Magnus said, tapping his index finger to Alec’s nose.

“Magnus Lightwood-Bane,” Alec rolled his eyes dramatically with a pained groan.

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane,” Magnus said and winked.

“No bad puns in front of the baby.”

[alexanderlightweight]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Art fill by @alxndrlightwoods​ for the @shadowhunterbingo VDay 2020 Server Event

death do us part by alexanderlightweight and alxndrlightwoods

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Rated: M

Summary: Magnus finds death easily enough. He’s walked side by side with death since he was a child, he still remembers the way now. Death lies within him, as it lies within all, whether they wish for it or not.

COMMENTS/WARNINGS: TCD, Immortality, Art, Art Fill, Canon Typical Violence, Graphic Depiction's of Violence, Self-Harm, Grief/Mourning, Blood and Gore, Dark Magic, Rituals, Self-Cannibalism, Murder, Embedded Images, Inspired by Art

Square Filled: portals